This is a song about "Spare"

I got the key, youll be screamin spare me!

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Not good enough for heaven, spare me "amen",

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Into literates with their spare parts,

Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Either take the 22 or you can spare your bitch,

I broke mama heart with no college